So, last night Rob and I ordered in some Dim Sum, watched some TV, and went to bed at a fairly early hour for a Saturday night. We were both exhausted.

This morning we slept in.

My new fishay tattoo itches like a mother-fucker. It's just starting to peel and itches soooooo bad. It's driving me insane because I can just itch around it which helps for a little bit but then makes it worse. Ugh. I need this damn thing to stop itching. Carrie's has already stopped peeling and mine has only begun to peel. I hate being a slow healer. Grr.

Rob and I haven't fully decided on what we're going to do today. We haven't even showered or anything yet. We might see a film or go out for dinner or something like that. We'll see. For now I think I'll cuddle with him for a bit and then get into the shower.

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CHIHUAHUA!!!!!

You will read the result to this quiz, & then you
will take it soooooo seriously, because you are
sooooo gullible, & painstakingly re-inact out
every last word of this result in Charades
which will eventually tire you to the point
where various parts of your body implode while
others explode.

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